Thor x Son!Reader (platonic... Duh)
Warning: panic attack, anxiety, neglect(?), a little angsty
For @sweetboybucky's 1k writing challenge. I asked from @death-likes-death and am posting from this account (sorry for not saying before hand)
A/N: posted later then expected because the power went out for a few hours
Monachopsis :The subtle, yet persistent, feeling of being out of place
(Name) stared out of the car's window. A sad, but defeated look defines his face. All he can think about is that he's going to meet his father. Thor. Out of all of the men in the world, his mother just had to fuck the god of thunder. The only thing that (Name) got from him genetically was his blue eyes.
(Name) sighed. He tried not to let the stress get to him. His mother was sick in the hospital and she didn't have any other family to send him to. All exept his father, anyway.
Apparently his mom had contact with Nick Fury. Thats how he was on his way to the Avenger's tower. It was how he was going to finally learn to hate life.
"We're here, sir," the driver informed with his monotone voice.
"Thank you," (Name) replied. He opened the car door and left, closing the door behind him.
The Avenger's tower stood above (Name). And all he wanted to do was go back to his mom's hospital room. He walked into the front. A secretary at the front, and secrurity all of the room. (Name) walked up to the secretary's desk.
"Hello. How can I help you?" The secretary spoke.
"Um.. I'm here to see Tony Stark? M-my...my name is (Name) (L-Name)."
"Ah! Thats right!" The secretary exclaimed. They pulled a note off of their computer, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash near their desk.
"Please wait on the seats over there. Mr.Stark will be down shortly." The secretary motioned to some comfy looking seats by a window.
(Name) sat down. He pulled out his phone to occupy himself with something. He pulled up A Darker Shade of Magic [By: V.E/Victoria Schwab] on his phone, and started reading.
Nine pages in and Tony Stark finally arrives. He'd walked up to (Name), body guard in tow, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. When (Name) gave his attention, Tony motioned towards the elevator with a quick nod, and walked away.
(Name) hastily gathered his things, and then shoving stuff into his bag. He then slung his bag over his left shoulder and made an awkward half jog to the elevator. (Name) walked in with a light blush on his face.
The ride up to whatever goddamned floor it was, had been pretty awkward. That is until the all amazing Anthony Edward Stark spoke up, as he usually does.
"So, kid." Tony moves to put his hand on (Name)'s unoccupied, right shoulder. "Thor can be difficult in situations hes unaccustomed to. Meaning he'll either want to get to know you or avoid you after a quick greeting." Tony takes a pause, trying to collected his thoughts.
The elevator dings. Tony takes his hand off (Name)'s shoulder after a small pat.
"Fathers can be tough. Just know that." Tony walked out of the elevator.
Tony waved in the direction of the secrurity guard with a slight nod. The security guard stayed on the elevator.
(Name) followed after Tony, hesitantly. He thought of what Tony said. It only made him more nervous to meet his dad. (Name) could feel the anxiety slowly creep up on him. He took a shaky, deep breath. His bag felt heavy on his shoulder.
"He's just up here." Tony gestered to a door up ahead. "A couple of the other guys are in there. Just so you know." (Name) nods in response. He knows speaking right now might be what breaks him.
They reach the door, and (Name) uses it as a break to breath. Tony turns to looks at him. He knows what (Name) is feeling all too well.
Tony sighs and collects his thoughts. "You can do this another time. I can get you back to your mom, or get you a room somewhere else. Thor will understand if you don't feel like you can do this."
"I have to," (Name) spoke softly. "I don't want to disappoint my mom."
Tony pushed open the door. Inside it was a clean, and sort of expensive, looking living room. The two people sitting in the couch turn their heads. Thor, who was just pacing, stopped and stared at (Name).
(Name)'s breath caught in his throat. The father and son just stared at each other. (Name) swallowed hard, and took a deep breath.
He couldn't believe he was looking at his father. The one that hadn't known about him for his whole life. The one he didn't know about. Tony had signaled to the other to leave the two of them be.
As soon as (Name) heard the door click closed his breathing hitched. Then it hurt to breath. And it was faster. He couldn't see straight.
Thor watched as his son tried to stay standing. He watched (Name) try to stop his panic attack with no avail. He stepped towards him.
"(Name)." Thor placed a hand on (Name)'s shoulder. "Hey, uhh.. look at me."
(Name) looked at Thor, and calmed himself down, completely embaressed. As his breath settled, (Name) pulled back from Thor.
"S-sorry." (Name) hesitated.
"It is all right," Thor stopped before his son's name. "Shall we sit down?" Thor motioned to the couch. (Name) nodded and sat down.
Both of them tried to come up with something to talk about.
"How old are you?" Thor asked.
An awkward silence floated in the air.
A few moments later (Name) spoke up. "I'm just going to go and get some water." His head was faced down as his thumb pointed back towards a small kitchen space. He got up and rushed over to the sink, and pulled out his water bottle from his bag.
While (Name) filled his water bottle, Thor had left the room. All he could think of is how much (Name)'s eyes reminded him of his own.
(Name) was given a room in the tower for the time his mom was in the hospital. Hes been there for a a week and a half. Every day after school he goes to visit his mom for two hours, then go back to the tower.
Most of the avengers have gotten to know him, but Thor seems to have been avoiding him.
It was another day, a Saturday, to be exact. The weekends in the tower aren't always 'nice'.
(Name) woke up at nine. Got dresssd into sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Then he headed towards the main kitchen for breakfast.
Most of the team were there already. A meal being made by Clint (because of a day off). There were three empty seats. (Name) took the side away from Thor. He was sat at the edge with another seat between him and Bruce Banner.
Everyone was talking about something. All of them accustomed to this, and close enough to talk with each other without a worry of saying the wrong thing. (Name) scooted into the edge of the seat, unease crawling into his skin.
"Breakfast is ready!" Clint sing-songed while waving his hand in an odd way.
Steve and Natasha got up to help Clint pass out the plates. Clint walked up to (Name) with two plates. He set one in front of (Name) and one in the seat on (Name)'s left and sat down.
Everyone continued on with their chat while eating. (Name) didn't see a reason to jump in. So he stayed quiet and kept his head down.
A stare bore itself into (Name)'s head. It made him shift, and bite at his lip. He glanced up quickly. Thor was the one that was staring. He looked confused and disappointed. That made (Name) look back to his plate.
Some of the avengers were on a mission for SHEILD. (Name) had lounged in a living room for awhile. Just watching some movies and reading. Now he decides to call his mom.
"Hi mom," (Name) greeted.
"Hey baby." His mom sounded tired.
"Will I be able to visit today?"
"Not today, sweets. I'm sorry."
"Okay, but you have time to talk now, right?" (Name) tried to stop the desperation of his voice.
"Of course I do." Her voice was sweet as always, though.
Thor walked around the tower. It had been a few months since he had this much free time. His stomach growled.
'Time for poptarts!' He thought to himself.
Thor made his way to the kitchen/living room. As he made his way to the room he heard a voice. When he got closer he realized it way (Name). Even though he knew it was wrong Thor decided to listen in.
"Ugh.. How do I even say this," Frustration laced (Name)'s voice.
"I know, I know." Thor heard (Name) take a deep breath.
"It just. . . I don't-I don't know if he even wants to be a part in my life, mom.
"I know that, but its been a week." A pause. "I have tried to talk to him.
"Mom, I just don't think I should even be here if he doesn't want be around." He sounded defeated now.
"Yeah, yeah." (Name) sighed. "Okay, love you too, mom."
Thor heard a click, and then a shuddering breath.
"Goddamnit mom." (Name) said to himself with a sharp inhale. "I really just want you to be here, maybe even give me a hug. . ." A hesitated sob escaped.
Thor took this as his moment to walk in.
"Oh! Hey (Name)!" Thor boomed.
(Name) looked over, terrified in the moment. Thor gulped, thinking quickly.
"Are. . . are you alright?" He lowered his voice to be sincere.
Thor watched as his son forced back tears. (Name) opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. So he shut his mouth.
"Would you like a hug?" Thor hesitantly asked.
It took a bit before (Name) answered. But slowly he nodded. Thor walked over to his son and engolfed him in a hug. Instantly (Name) hugged him back. Thor gently rubbed his son's back.
"Its alright to cry if you need to." As Thor finished his sentence (Name) broke down.
(Name) cried a few minutes before asking Thor quietly, "Do you want to have me around?"
"Of course, my child. I was a fool to push you away." Thor admitted.
(Name) looked up at Thor with his tear filled eyes. He chuckled.
"Nothing really, just that. . ." (Name) hiccuped. "Mom always told me I had your eyes."
"Really?" The statement made Thor curious.
"Yeah. Do you want to see her tomorow? If she lets me?"
"Yeah, yeah I'd love you." Thor gently rubbed (Name)'s back again.
